It was I--of course it was awfully
silly and we won't go to Deauville if you don't want to. Let it be
Fontainebleau by all means--though really, it does not seem important
whether we do get married or don't while you love me. Love after all is
what matters, isn't it, Ambrose dearest?"
He had to say that it was, though he did not like her argument. When,
with some hesitation and not a little fear he showed her the little
gold cross, she admitted to his astonishment that it was one of the
prettiest things she had ever seen.
"Somehow," she said, "I do not seem to care much for jewellery now. It
has become so vulgar--the commoner the people, the more diamonds they
wear. I shall treasure this, darling--I'll wear it now at lunch. Of
course you are going to take me to lunch, aren't you? Suppose we go to
the Ritz grill-room, the restaurants are so noisy, and I know that you
like grill-rooms, don't you, dear?"
Ambrose said "yes" and they started off. Somehow he felt rather
depressed and he had to confess that Kitty--usually so smart--looked
quite shabby.
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